It Can Be Done

Ikea is a madhouse. Always.

It is dang near impossible to get through that store in less than an hour. There are too many people and too much stuff to look at. I actually LOVE Ikea. Whenever I am there I want nothing more than to move to a small loft in Europe. It's really inspiring.

Today I decided that the family was going to see if the bookshelves that I have coveting for a while were actually in stock. And I don't bother with calling the store to make sure my purchase is there before we arrive. No, what's the fun in that. We have to go down there, all of us, now!

As soon as we arrive there are mass grumblings from children in the backseat and the man in the front seat.

We're hungry!

Okay well, we'll just pop in here real quick and see if we can get my shelves.
You're kidding right, there's no real quick when it comes to Ikea.
I promise, I know exactly where there are, we can take all the short cuts, it will be real quick.
Uh-huh, show me.

So now I have a point to prove because honestly I didn't want to go through there real quick, I wanted to browse and dream about decorating my loft on the Thames. But I kinda hate to be wrong. So with all the odds stacked against me and with four hungry children and one hungry man in tow, I did it. I put on my blinders and we did it.

20 minutes.

Yeah honey, you were right, we got through there real quick.

I love it when he says that!